After my perspective left Kunlun Mountain, Xu Fu was never seen again.

has been looking at everything from Zou Yan's perspective, on the other side of Kunlun Mountain.

In a mist-shrouded cave, a figure sits cross-legged, meditating with his eyes closed.

This person was dressed in a dirty, purple robe, and his face was haggard, it was Zou Yan who had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.

In front of him lay a woman on the ground, with a broken spear beside her.

At this time, the spirit bones were already broken, and blood was flowing from many wounds on his body.

Apparently after a fierce battle, only now there is no anger at all.

Zou Yan looked at the spirit bones lying on the ground and said in a low voice, "Xiaoling"

Zou Yan stroked the soft hair of the spirit bone, and his eyes were full of pity.

He understood that in order to save himself, the spirit bone did not hesitate to risk his life to block the fatal blow.

This loyalty and friendship to himself really touched him.

He knew that although the spirit bones were not human, they were more faithful and courageous than humans.

They depended on each other for their lives and spent many days and nights on each other.

When the sun fell on the Kunlun Mountains, Zou Yan decided to leave this desolate place.

He understands that this is no longer his place to belong, and he needs to find a new home.

So, he took the dead spirit bones and embarked on a new journey alone.

They crossed the vast grasslands, climbed over the lofty mountains, and experienced many hardships along the way.

However, Zou Yan did not feel tired and hopeless, because there was a small white beast behind him that he had driven away, just looking at him from a distance.

Zou Yan could feel that this little beast was taken care of by him and raised his body well.

How much he wants to accompany him, this little life gives him endless strength and courage.

But Zou Yan knew in his heart that he was afraid that he was really going to be relieved this time.

He couldn't let this little beast get involved anymore, he couldn't let it die with him.

So, he endured the reluctance and sadness in his heart and continued to walk forward.

Along the way, he felt the reluctance and attachment of the little beast, and he could only pretend not to notice it.

Therefore, he didn't want his beloved little beast to witness the moment when he was disarmed.

Only in this way can he make the little beast forget this tragic memory.

Under the persistence and persistence of Zou Yan's seriously injured body, he finally came to a mountain peak.

The mountain is majestic and cloudy, as if it were a gateway to fairyland.

Zou Yan stopped, looked at the mountain peak in front of him, and took a deep breath.

He decided to be on top of this mountain and complete what little mission he had left.

So, he searched for a suitable place on the mountain peak and prepared to build his own cemetery.

Seeing the little beast behind him that refused to leave, Zou Yan finally relented.

Holding the spirit bone in his arms, he stopped, and turned his head to look at the little beast: "Xiaobai, come here, I have something to tell you to do"

The little snow-white beast, hearing the person he cared about the most, looked at him affectionately, and was still calling himself over.

immediately ran a few steps, timidly stopped at Zou Yan's feet, and gently rubbed Zou Yan's calves with his soft little head.

Zou Yan took out a scroll from his arms and said softly: "Xiaobai, you take this ancient scroll and go to this place above to wait for me."

"I'll go back to you after I'm done."

"Remember, protect what I gave you, I'll go to you and get it"

The snow-white beast nodded seriously and took the scroll from Zou Yan's hand.

shouted at Zou Yan in a low voice, and reluctantly touched Zou Yan with his head again.

"Go, go, I don't tell you not to turn back"

Zou Yan was ruthless and began to drive the snow-white beast away quickly, because he knew that he didn't have much time.

The little beast seemed to understand something, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he still obediently turned away.

Zou Yan watched the little beast disappear into the mountains and forests, then slowly turned around and continued his mission.

The little beast's eyes were full of tears, and it walked slowly, some reluctant to leave.

Seeing the little beast gradually disappear from sight, Zou Yan sighed softly and came to the top of the mountain peak with the spirit bone in his arms.

At this moment, Zou Yan had made all the preparations, sat cross-legged on a boulder, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

He understood that he was too seriously injured and had no power to return to heaven, so he could only preserve his inheritance through military liberation.

Select a flat area at the top of the mountain and start digging a pit. This pit will be his resting place.

As the pit dug deeper and deeper, Zou Yan's injuries became more and more serious, and blood stained the ground red.

However, he did not stop, and it was not until the pit was dug that he gently lowered the spirit bone and lay down himself.

He looked up at the sky, and there was no fear or regret in his heart, only thoughts and expectations for the little beast.

"Xiaobai, you have to live well, wait for me."

I found that the pit was very suitable for me, but I felt that it was a little shallow, so I could only forcibly use the Dao method to expand the hole.

Although Youcai smiled reluctantly with satisfaction, he picked up the spirit bones on the ground and walked towards the mountainside.

When Zou Yan went up the mountain, at this mountainside, he found a place where yin qi was condensed.

The leylines are passing through here, and there will always be some earthly energy left to nourish the place.

Cut off the thick trees with your hands and make a simple thin-skinned coffin for the spirit bones.

There is no way, this thin-skinned coffin without any color.

At this moment, it was the only thing that Zou Yan could leave for the spirit bones.

Dig a deep pit where the coffin can be buried, and reluctantly put the coffin in.

He also put the broken weapon that the spirit bone had used, and the barrel of the spear of Chang Yue in the spirit bone's hand.

said bitterly: "Xiaoling, I'm afraid I'm leaving with you this time." ”

"But you still have a chance, you still have a chance to break through, you're a fairy corpse"

"Although you occupy the flesh of a woman, I know that you are not a woman"

"Don't worry, I have long understood that Xu Fu is a person, and I know that he has been immortal, how can I not think of countermeasures"

"Therefore, I will experience the nine reincarnations of heaven and man, and be reincarnated in the long river of history."

"Maybe one day, you and I will meet again in the next life."

It's like two old friends saying goodbye and agreeing to see each other in the next life.

Zou Yan dragged his tired body and climbed to the top of this mountain again.

Come to the edge of the pit he had dug for himself, enter it quietly, and sit cross-legged.

With a wave of one hand, the top of the pit fluttered and fell dust, and soon sealed the top.

"Nine Turns of Heaven and Man Have Nine Turns of Immortality"

After saying this, Zou Yan's breath gradually disappeared, and the entire mountain peak fell into silence.

At the foot of the mountain, the little snow-white beast stopped and looked back at the top of the mountain.

It seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared, its voice full of grief and reluctance.

After the little beast raised its head to the sky and roared, it turned and ran towards the depths of the mountain forest.

It's just that in the following days, in this mountain forest, there has been a legend since then.

Legend has it that there is a psychic little beast that comes to this mountain every year and roars in the sky.

It is thinking of a person, a person who has been so kind to it.

And this man, who has turned into dust on the top of the mountain, has passed away.

Perhaps many years later, this mountain will welcome a young man in his prime.